We
who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan.

Friends may think we have forgotten
when at times they see us smile
Little do they know the heartaches
that our smiles hide, all the while.
Beautiful memoris are wonderful things
that last till the longest day.
They never wear out, they never get lost
and can never be given away.
To some you may be forgotten
To others, a part of the past
But to those who love and lost you,
Your memory will always last.

Sunlight
streams through window pane unto a spot on the floor...
then I remember, it's where you used to lie, but now you are no more.

Our feet walk down a hall of carpet, and muted echoes sound...
then I remember, It's where your paws would joyously abound.

A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours...your voice is still.
.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice and unused dish along the wall.

I'll wrap these treaured memories in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend until we meet above.

Finally
we lit a candle for each of the 3 webmail pups who have gone to the Bridge since March
and a candle for the health and long life of our epi's still struggling with this devastating
disease while
Guardian
Angel Linda K read a selection from the poem “To Those I Love”